Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.